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My heart’s racing, but I hold his gaze, my defiance flaring.
“Here me out. I was careful,” I say, stepping closer. “I didn’t give details, didn’t mention you or the cabin. Just said I heard talk at the skatepark. Cops eat that shit up—small-town gossip’s their bread and butter. They’re probably halfway to the quarry by now.”
Kash stares at me, his jaw working, and I brace for the lecture, maybe another spanking.
But then, to my surprise, his lips twitch, a faint smile breaking through.
“You’re a cocky littlesonofagun,” he says, his voice softening, a hint of pride in it. “That was quick thinking, boy. Risky as hell, but quick.”
I blink, caught off guard. “So… you’re not mad?”
“Oh, I’m pissed,” Kash says, stepping into my space, his voice low and rough. “You took a risk, went off-script. But it was smart. You might’ve bought me a day, maybe two.” He pauses, his eyes searching mine, and there’s something new there—respect, maybe, or something deeper. “You keep surprising me, Spike.”
I grin, my chest swelling with pride. “Told you I can handle it, Daddy.”
Kash chuckles, a low, warm sound that sends a shiver down my spine. “Yeah, you did.” He leans back against the couch, crossing his arms, his tattoos flexing. “You ever think about running with a crew like mine? When this is over, you’d fit right in with the Wolf Riders. Quick mind, no fear, smart mouth.” He smirks, his eyes glinting. “We could use a skater boy like you.”
I laugh, the idea sparking something in me.
“Me? A Wolf Rider?” I say, stepping closer, my board tucked under my arm. “Riding a Harley, wearing a patch, calling you Daddy in front of your brothers? Hell yeah, I’m in.”
Kash’s smirk widens, and for a moment, the weight of the Vipers and the cops lifts, and it’s just us, joking like the world’s not falling apart.
“You’d have to follow orders,” Kash says, his voice teasing but with that stern edge I love. “No breaking my rules in front of the crew. Or if you do, I’d spank you in front of them too…”
“I’d be the best damn Wolf Rider you ever saw,” I say, grinning, my heart racing at the thought of being spanked byKash with all his other club members watching on, their eyes all over me. “But only if you keep up, old man.”
“Old man?” he growls, closing the distance, his hand grabbing my chin, tilting my face up. “Keep talking, boy, and I’ll show you how much this old man can handle.”
Before either one of us can say another word, our hands are all over each other’s bodies.
Kash’s clothes fall off along with mine, and all of a sudden we’re naked, hot, out bodies pressed up against one another and our lips locked.
“Over here,” Kash orders, marching me toward the small kitchen area, our destination the chunky wooden breakfast table. “Bend over.”
I bite my lip and gasp as Kash wastes no time in firmly bending my naked body over the table and kicking my legs apart.
Daddy knows what he wants—and I’m all here for it.
I let out a whimper of pleasure as I feel Kash spread my ass cheeks and spit on my exposed, tight little ass hole.
“You ready to become my boy for real?” Kash asks. He’s all Daddy, but he’s making sure that I’m down for the ride too, and I love it.
“Hell yeah, I’m yours,” I say, my heart thumping inside my chest as Kash presses his thick dick head up against my wet hole. “Fuck me. Make me call out your name. I’m yours. My ass is yours.Allof me is yours, Daddy.”
I hear Kash spit on the length of his cock and the sound of his working the lubrication up and down his shaft as he presses his head hard onto my ass hole makes my legs quiver in excitement and anticipation.
“Take it,” Kash commands, slapping my ass cheeks as he slowly but surely pushes himself all the way inside me, my groans of animalistic lust telling him that I can handle this. “That’s it. Give yourself to your Daddy.”
Soon enough, Kash is fucking me hard and fast.
I’m gripping onto either side of the kitchen table, groaning in delight as he fills me, stretches me, gives my ass the kind of working over that I honestly never thought was possible.
I’m loving every second of this. And I can tell that my Daddy is too as he leans down and bites on my neck as the thrusts get even deeper and harder.
“Cum for me,” Kash demands, reaching down and gripping my cock in his hand, jerking it hard and fast. “Let it happen. Shoot your load for Daddy.”
I can’t help myself and almost as soon as Kash speaks, I feel my cock shoot rope after rope of hot cum over his hand and onto the floor beneath me.
